#62, May 21, 2005
Money for Nothing
The Lennon-McCartney song, A Day in the Life, must be one of the greatest songs written – it came in at number 8 in Philadelphia radio station WXPN 88.5's best songs of all time, though this list had “Thunder Road” by a little known New Jersey artist at number one so it is a somewhat questionable ranking. A Day in the Life has two very different components to it. There are the main verses, which begin with a somewhat disembodied and ethereal John Lennon singing that “he read the news today, oh boy,” and then going on to describe certain things that he observed like a movie about the English army winning the war, and a traffic accident involving someone in the House of Lords. There is also, however, a bridge in the song, written and sung by McCartney, which I always associate with the rushed and harried workday. I am sure you all know how it goes:
Woke up
Got out of bed
Dragged a comb
Across my head
Found my way downstairs
And had a cup
And looking up I noticed I was late,
Found my coat and grabbed my hat,
Made the bus in seconds flat,
etc…
ending with the cigarette and someone speaking, which takes us back to one
of Lennon’s dreamscapes.
Well, at this point you are probably thinking that I am completely off my
trolley (or double-decker bus, as they might say on
You’re still thinking I am mad, of course, because a Board of Trustees meeting is not the usual venue for a discourse on the human condition. But I want to use this song, in a way to represent the working lives of faculty members to people who might be, not so much unsympathetic to academics, but rather perplexed by what we do and how we justify it to ourselves, people who work in a corporate world where the 9 to 5 week and a couple of weeks vacation is the norm.
For, one of the most
common reactions to us when we speak to people outside of our guild is the
testy refrain: “You only teach twelve hours a week – what a joke! Wish I could do such an easy job! How much do you get paid for doing that? Wow, what does that work out at per hour?” I think Dire Straits made a song about this
in the 80s – “money for nothing” which focused on the cushy lives of university
professors (perhaps that wasn’t what it was about).
Needless to say,
this common response is not a realistic view of what we do as faculty members
at
I’ll take these in turn – first, the general condition for the faculty member. Obviously we do more than just work in the classroom, for those twelve hours. There are three parts to our work – teaching, service to the community, and research and professional development. All of these are taken very seriously by almost everyone in the academic community. Our teaching involves massive amounts of preparation to develop each course, and for every class taught during the semester, not to mention the setting of exams, doing the assigned reading, and the grading of papers. In addition, we need to engage in institutional reproduction and join innumerable committees, attending umpteen meetings during the course of a semester. All the while we need to publish or perish.
And, when we are not publishing as much as we would like, we are constantly agonizing over the need to do so, internalizing huge amounts of guilt about not producing as much as that mythic faculty member who we imagine is out there, who once managed to teach an overload, appear on all the college’s major committees, bring up children, and publish a book every year.
In fact, our workday
never really ends. While we commute
to work in the morning and return home to our friends and families along with
our fellow citizens, this return may be after teaching a class that ends at
And while much of our teaching is compressed into two semesters, providing long inviting summers (like those of teachers in high schools), unlike other teachers, there is a need to be using that time to undertake research and writing, and to stay current with the literature in our fields. Frequently, when you talk to faculty members you realize that they seldom have vacations, where they are completely away from their work. More frequently they will organize their travels around conference papers or places where they need to go for research.
Now to turn to the second point,
namely the situation for
Of course, you may have noticed that the outgoing President of Middlebury recently wrote in a letter to The Times that student-faculty ratios really weren’t so important, as there would be a range of different kinds of courses, big and small, so that the student might learn in different environments; but from the faculty perspective larger classes mean more labor grading, greater difficulty engaging with students, and so forth. And anyway, the current Middlebury President immediately followed up with a letter refuting his predecessor (something that was obviously essential because his predecessor was trampling on one of the college’s most important selling points – its low student-faculty ratio).
Very few of our classes are small, we have almost no seminars at the college to speak of, and this means that one of the most valued forms of learning in liberal arts colleges – the small seminar in which students can express their ideas – is seldom to be experienced on our campus by either faculty or students.
And the fact that our students need
to spend more hours in the classroom than most college students, exacerbates
this problem. Given that students generally
need to work while attending college, this means that they have very little
time in which they can sit back and ruminate about how many holes there are
in
But, if the teaching load wasn’t
sufficiently problematic for us, we are also required, if we would get tenure,
to produce more than many of our peers, and certainly much more than people
at competing institutions. So we need
to find time to put our feet up and wonder why those
Finally, one of the
aspects of being a faculty member at
Unfortunately, the world has been moving steadily from the contemplative to the hustle and bustle, from a pre-industrial work ethic of lazy Sundays and blue Mondays, to a time-work discipline where every moment of the day is calibrated and used to fullest efficiency and where the bottom line of profitability is used to measure value. As such, the world moves from Lennon to McCartney, with only the occasional glimpse of the cerebral and ethereal sneaking in, and then only in our moments of leisure, which have become commercialized and commodified in their own right.
Colleges have become caught up in this as well. Much more than was the case ten years ago faculty members have to account for themselves and provide justification for all that they do in financial terms. We can no longer suggest that what we teach is in and of itself valuable simply because we teach it; that perhaps it is valuable to the degree that it is not applicable to some vocational track or social need. And some of this may be a good thing – and we need to realize that the lights have changed. But there will always be something that remains that is irreducible to notions of profit and loss, which will in fact be threatened by this impulse, possibly leading to the demise of American academic preeminence in the world.
Thus the life of the faculty member becomes increasingly anachronistic in the minds of those who are not part of academe. It seems like a luxury, that humanity may perhaps no longer need. As such, the justifications laid out above seem increasingly to be self-serving and defensive, and fewer people are willing to listen. How does one justify a small class, where a few people’s lives are transformed by the close engagement with a particularly difficult text? One no longer can. Almost all the courses that had a profound impact on me as a student, and which help explain why I am a historian today, would no longer be taught at most colleges and universities, and certainly would not have a prayer of being taught at Stockton – for the simple reason that they did not bring in the kinds of dollars that the college believes needs to be generated in each course.
Two points to end on: First, most of us would not give up what we do, even if we were offered large sums of money; the appeal is the chance to think -- to live the life of the mind, even if that seems cliché; it is also the chance to do the labor that we, at least, believe is crucial for society if we are not to end up destroying ourselves. And, in this vein, we have a choice that comes from the song I have been using as my text – we can either turn ourselves on, or we can hear that loud ever-growing crescendo of noise that seems to end in an apocalyptic crash, followed by nothingness. Speaking for myself, at least, I’d rather be turned on.